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Chapter 823 A Reminder from Central Blood City
Hate can sometimes be remembered longer and more deeply than love. Gao Ming will never forget the crucial moment when Han Hai was rebuilt, when Meng interfered and almost ruined everything.

He occupied five of the dream's shrines, and the dream also wanted to be reborn in him; one of them was destined to be destroyed.

Once one is completely forgotten, the other will gain everything from the other.

The dream pattern simulated the aura of the seed, winding into threads that dangled into the sea of ​​blood. The moment it touched the surface, countless ghostly faces, like mutated fish, lunged at it. They opened their mouths, their hatred transforming into sharp teeth, and they were filled with resentment.

"You're coming back to life... by force?" Number Two gave up trying to communicate with Gao Ming. Using Bai Xiao's vision, it watched in fear and trepidation the huge shadow under the sea of ​​blood. No one knew what it was.

"This system knows nothing, and I don't know how to use soft tactics either." Gao Ming continued to explore downwards using dream patterns along the coordinates provided by the second-hand system. After more than ten minutes, the flesh-and-blood demon statues inside the five shrines suddenly opened their eyes, their features were ferocious like evil gods, and their eight arms stabbed into the shrines, grabbing the quietly twisting dream patterns.

The extremely treacherous Dream heard Gao Ming's voice, but instead of responding, it tried to contact the shrine, preparing to drag Gao Ming into the sea of ​​blood.

"Damn it." Even the refined Gao Ming couldn't help but swear. He prepared to take back the silk thread woven from the dream pattern, but to his surprise, the silk thread seemed to be caught on something, which was extremely heavy and could not be pulled up at all.

"It seems to be getting heavier."

A chill ran down his spine. Gao Ming, like a child yearning to catch a big fish, cast his line and pulled up a corpse.

He moved forward, gripping the seed tightly. The power of the Blood Immortal filled his entire body, barely managing to keep from falling.

"Someone has grasped the thread of dreams!"

The patterns on the surfaces of the five shrines were all distorted, as if they were being summoned by some kind of power, which confirmed Gao Ming's suspicion that the dream was beneath the sea of ​​blood.

"Let go! You'll release the dream!" Number Two shouted, and the other dream ghosts were also worried.

"Wait a little longer. If Meng had grasped this thread on her own, she would have already come out. Something is holding her back!"

The sea was turbulent, and Gao Ming shielded himself from external interference, focusing all his attention on the dream patterns. The threads trembled, and a blood-red color rapidly spread within the intertwined remnants of the dream.

Gao Ming sensed the threat from the dream, and at the same time he heard laughter.

At first, it was the child laughing, but gradually the laughter grew louder, as if a knife had slashed his throat, leaving him with a mouthful of blood, laughing wildly and hysterically without restraint!
"Laughter? The Lord of the New Blood City?" Gao Ming immediately thought of Shen Luo's reminder: "That guy has a remnant of truth in his destiny. This isn't a disaster, it's an auspicious omen..."

Before Gao Ming could finish praising Shen Luo, his upper body was pulled directly into the Gate of Hell. The huge shadow began to move, like a vortex that could crush everything.

"What is this thing? It looks bigger than a blood city, but it's not clearly visible on the sea."

Ever since he praised Shen Luo, Gao Ming's condition has taken a sharp turn for the worse. Several dream ghosts grabbed his body at the same time to prevent him from being sucked away by the sea of ​​blood.

The delicate dream patterns were on the verge of snapping, torn apart by countless vengeful spirits, and Gao Ming was on the verge of collapse. Without time to think further, he tore off a portion of his consciousness and merged it into the dream patterns, sending his voice into the depths of the sea of ​​blood.

"New Shanghai Blood City has been occupied by several unspeakable beings! Your family and friends are being hunted down, all forbidden players are forced to undergo brain surgery, and New Shanghai Blood City is about to be divided up by other blood cities! They need you!" Gao Ming's return to life was without incantation, only genuine emotions. If no savior came back to share the burden, the pressure he would face would be too great.

Having come this far, Gao Ming believed that the savior would definitely choose to return, but the dream pattern remained unchanged. The spreading crimson color was only doing one thing: to tightly entangle the dream and prevent that unknowable being from being freed.

“New Shanghai Blood City is about to be destroyed. You can come out with it! We’ll hunt it down together!” Gao Ming gestured for Bai Xiao to come over and let Number Two’s consciousness merge into the Dream Pattern.

After sensing the fragmented consciousness of Number Two, the maniacal laughter slowly ceased, and a very brief message emerged from the depths of the sea of ​​blood, seeping into the dream patterns—we have discovered the corpse of Destiny.

A simple sentence sparked countless thoughts in Gao Ming and Number Two.

The corpse of destiny? Destiny is dead? What then hangs over the Deep World?
An indescribable terror enveloped his pounding heart, and Gao Ming felt a chill in the air even as he breathed.

The savior made a great discovery deep within the sea of ​​blood, which is the real reason why he did not return.

The black vortex beneath the sea surface continued to expand, and the increased suction force caused Gao Ming's body to begin to twist.

"I need time, soon, very soon..." The message coming from beneath the sea of ​​blood suddenly stopped. The two forces of blood and dream were locked in a fierce battle, snapping the threads of Gao Ming's life.

A dense mass of pale white faces surged forth, eagerly devouring the fragmented dream traces. The black shadow rose a little further, and a massive whirlpool stirred up a blood-red storm on the sea!
A crimson wind blew out of the Ghost Gate, and the five Dream Ghosts all felt some kind of suppression from a higher dimension. They forcibly dragged Gao Ming back to the New Shanghai Blood City.

With the gates of hell closed, the secondhand system looked like it was on its last legs; the character panel couldn't even be clearly displayed, and a full fifth of the transparent pipes had broken off.

“No Blood City Lord should be underestimated, and Xin Hu, this savior, is truly extraordinary.” Gao Ming was about to say a few words of comfort to the poor system panel when he suddenly felt that the Deep World seemed to have brightened up a bit.

"what?"

The black mist was still there, fate still shrouded the sky, and the earth, steeped in despair, remained unchanged. But it wasn't just Gao Ming; soon everyone felt that the deep world seemed to have become a little brighter.

This brightness is not simply a matter of having more light; it also signifies the slow dissolution of the darkness accumulated within the hearts of the inhabitants of the deep world.

What happened in the deeper world?

Gao Ming hurriedly used the rules of the Blood City of Vast Ocean to contact Gao Yun. After a long time, he received another shocking message—the Unknown of Dark Blood City had been killed.

From the moment it was completely destroyed, there was no trace of it left in the world, and Dark Blood City seemed to have been permanently weakened.

"Those vicious people are all lunatics, they're insane."

Before Gao Ming could finish his reflection, Gao Yun sent another message: the Blood City Lord of the Central Blood City had just turned his gaze to Han Hai, who turned out to be a child with extreme kindness who seemed to never grow up. He hoped that Han Hai Blood City could do him a "small favor".

(End of this chapter)